"How does the shopkeeper know?"
Bai Shiyu Mu Ran was so frightened that he almost ran away.
Since Red Alliance raided the Royal Workshop, it has turned from an illegal organization into a chaotic gang. Once exposed, the whole family will be robbed.
With the rise of machines, the imperial court rarely punished the nine tribes, but instead dragged them to mining until they died.
"The secret fortune-telling method passed down from the family."
Zhou Yi said, "You two are entangled in cause and effect. The blind musician is going to die today. If you follow the clues, you and your family will be implicated!"
"So mysterious?"
Bai Shiyu looked dubious, and after talking to Chen Jiye and others, he learned that the shopkeeper's martial arts was rare in the world, at least within the understandable range.
Fortune telling, cause and effect...
With the roar of the machine, the tide of the times is rolling in, and even the Daoist monks don't believe it!
"What, you don't believe it?"
Zhou Yi raised his brows, calculated with his fingers, jealousy flashed in his eyes, and snorted coldly, "For example, you and the royal princess, the two or three things I have to say, and the deputy commander Red Alliance..."
"Please don't count it out, shopkeeper, I believe it!"
Bai Shiyu's face was red, and he felt like someone was seeing the light. He whispered, "Will something happen if the blind man comes to the tavern? Why don't you go elsewhere? We have many hiding places in the capital!"
"After tonight, the stronghold will be gone."
Zhou Yi reminded, "The imperial court was too lazy to take care of you before. It's not that they don't know where you are hiding. You will be searched throughout the city tonight and you won't be able to escape."
Bai Shiyu said worriedly, "What about the shopkeeper?"
"I feel safe here."
Zhou Yi took out a gold coin in a familiar way. From a distance of a foot, he pressed his palm down and it turned into gold paper. However, the counter was safe.
Bai Shiyu was dumbfounded. He repeatedly checked that it was not a bluffing trick. It was really a martial arts that was so strong that it was unbelievable. Looking back on the description in the family heirlooms, he couldn't believe it.
"The shopkeeper is Innate Grandmaster?"
The true energy leaves the body and the inner refining is innate!
Zhou Yi nodded. "It happened a long time ago."
Bai Shiyu was thinking about the Red Alliance, scratching his ears and cheeks, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know if there is a Martial Grandmaster in the royal family?"
Martial Grandmaster can overwhelm a country and capture the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops.
Since the failure of the coalition forces of various countries to attack the Great Zhou Dynasty, no grandmaster has appeared in the world. Now hundreds of years have passed and it has almost become a legend.
"Nature exists, and it continues from generation to generation."
Zhou Yi Divine Sense had already scanned the capital and found two familiar auras of martial arts, indicating that his strength had just entered the innate realm.
"No wonder Royal Family doesn't care about the Red Alliance..."
Bai Shiyu looked a little depressed, bowed his thanks, and hurriedly left the tavern.
"I can't even imagine that a volume of Heaven Devouring Demon Art has been handed down to this day, leading the change of dynasties to some extent..."
Zhou Yi recites Great Ancestor Zhou this book. This book focuses on recording and describing the decisive battle of Zhou Qing. The ending is naturally that the Zhou army defeated the capital.
Soldiers and artillery were important reasons, and the Grandmaster War was also mentioned. In just thirty years, Great Ancestor Zhou actually recruited four Grandmasters to help out, and killed the Daqing Zhenguo Grandmaster at the cost of two deaths and two injuries!
Originally I thought it was due to luck, but now it seems that Great Ancestor Zhou got Heaven Devouring Demon Art accidentally.
"Everything in the world is like a chess piece, and everything is unpredictable. However, a poor Daoist is immortal and can laugh at all the heroes in the world!"
Zhou Yi took out the scrolled bamboo slip from under the counter, and continued to carve and write with the light shining on his fingertips. He started by carving three ancient seal characters "The Book of Great Harmony", followed by thousands of words.
At this time.
A customer came in and said, "Shopkeeper, bring me a bottle of wine."
"Coming."
Zhou Yi With a wave of his hand, the bamboo book was put into his sleeve.
It's night.
After a lapse of seventy years, the Great Zhou Dynasty once again implemented military control.
The last time military control was imposed, Great Ancestor Zhou died. Some unwilling Aristocratic Clan tried to counterattack and supported Second Prince to ascend the throne. As a result, rivers of blood flowed and all nine clans were killed.
Groups of soldiers patrolled the streets, their leather boots clicking on the ground with a shocking sound.
In the southwest corner of the capital, flames shot into the sky, and the sound of fighting continued. The sound of firecrackers was like exploding beans, which lasted for most of the night before it went out.
During the day, all the people who did not go to work for no reason, or who discussed government affairs and asked the spies to take notes, all suffered disaster. The soldiers broke in, put them directly into prison cars and took them to the mines.
The new Aristocratic Clan and the imperial workshop are always short of people!
Tavern.
A light is like a bean.
Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, flipping through the storybook.
The imperial court's campaign to suppress Red Alliance is just the beginning. In the future, speech will probably be controlled, and any extreme thoughts will be suppressed, even for scholars.
Either go to the mines and die of exhaustion, or go to Pleasure Quarter and die drunk.
"There will rarely be such a beautiful storybook in the future."
Zhou Yi put away the illustrated version of the workshop owner's wife and the machine maintenance worker, shook his head and said, "There is a trend of thought, and no human power can stop it."
At this time.
Three black figures appeared, and after entering the tavern, they skillfully closed the doors and lowered the windows.
"This is the blind man Zhang Li, who is good at playing the harp and pipa. This is the cook Li Chao, who can make home-cooked meals."
Bai Shiyu had two stab wounds on his body, and he bowed and said, "Now that Red Alliance is being robbed in the capital, there is nowhere to hide, so I ask the shopkeeper to take him in!"
Zhou Yi glanced over and saw a blind man holding a piano, and a swordsman with a big waist, a round waist and a thick neck.
"I asked you to hire musicians and bring a cook with you. Not bad!"
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Bai Shiyu bowed to thank him. Zhang Li and Li Chao breathed a sigh of relief and also bowed to call the shopkeeper.
The next day.
A wooden sign was hung at the door of the tavern, "Don't talk about state affairs."
After last night's city-wide manhunt, everyone in the capital was in panic, and no one dared to talk about state affairs.
morning.
There were no guests at all. At this time of year, everyone was hiding at home for fear of being captured by soldiers or spies.
There is a table on the east side of the first floor, and there are more than a dozen musical instruments, large and small, including harps, pipas, xuns, flutes, and flutes. The blind man claims to have inherited Immortal Sound Sect, and there is no music in the world that he can't play.
Zhou Yi asked in confusion, "Why do you add Red Alliance when you play the song?"
"My granddaughter went to work and was accidentally run over by a machine."
The blind man briefly talked about his experience. In future generations, he would be alive, but his whole family would die alone.
The cook was writing a recipe on the wooden board and asked, "Shopkeeper, how do you set the price of the vegetables?"
Zhou Yi said, "You can set whatever price you think your cooking skills are worth."
The cook hesitated and said, "My ancestor was the steward of the Qing Kingdom's imperial kitchen. At this price, is it too expensive?"
"People don't like it even if it's cheap."
When Zhou Yi was talking, a carriage happened to come to the door. He said with a smile, "We have guests here. Hurry up and hang up the menu."
The cook hung up the recipe, and judging from the name, he thought it was a home-cooked dish, the cheapest one for ten taels.
Chen Jiye walked in and saw the price. He waved his hand and drove the servant out and said, "No wonder the magpies are chirping today. I happened to see the tavern's sign. Let's try one of each and see whose cooking skills catch the eye of shopkeeper Sun!"
Half an hour later.
Chen Jiye praised him repeatedly and called the cook out for questioning. He learned that he was the successor of the imperial chef of the previous dynasty.
"Shopkeeper Sun can hire such a person. His family background is extraordinary!"
It's approaching noon.
The soldiers returned to their camps, military control was lifted, and the streets gained a little popularity.
Patrolman Liu came to the tavern, lit up a few portrait paintings, and reminded, "Housekeeper, please be careful about strangers and don't let the remnants of the Red Alliance stay in the guest room."
Zhou Yi said with a smile without changing his expression.
"Don't worry, I will never harbor the remnants of the Red Alliance here!"